Who would have thought being “chubby” was such a bad thing?

We were out shopping today; well my girlfriend was doing the shopping I was just along for the ride. A friend’s wedding was coming up so she was trying to find a new dress. We all know how they love to get our opinion on these things even though they never really listen to it.

We had been to a few stores already and she had tried on dress after dress. She finally found one that she really liked but complained about it making her look fat. By this time I was completely zoned out reading the news on my blackberry and not really paying attention.

Here is the Play By Play Action:

Girlfriend: “This dress makes me look fat”
Me: “No it doesn’t”
Girlfriend: “It makes me look fat because I am FAT”
Me: “You aren’t fat and you look good in the dress”
Girlfriend: “If I’m not fat then what is this?!” ( Grabbing her hips )
Me: “You are just a little chubby don’t worry about it”

Right after I said it I immediately realized the trouble I was going to be in.

I look up to see her storming back into the dressing room. She quickly changed back into her clothes. I mean it was quick, like in the cartoons where a character walks in a room closes the door and reopens it wearing something completely different.

Without a word she storms out of the store, I looked around and noticed a customer who witnessed the whole thing. She shook her head and walked away. I decided it was time to leave.

I walked to my car knowing she would be there. Yup, called it, standing at the passenger door, arms crossed looking in the other direction. When I unlocked the car she climbed in but continued to look away. The whole car ride not a single word was said. I figured I’d try to let her calm down before I attempt an apology.

When we get home she quickly walks ahead of me and into the house. I walk in and hear the bedroom door slam shut. I head to the bedroom but find the door locked. I gave her a sweet and thoughtful apology that I had been working on while driving home. I hear the door unlock and think to myself “Sweet! That was easy!”. She quickly opens the door, throws me a pillow, slams and locks the door while she yells “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight!”.

So here I am on the couch, I can’t believe how a simple comment landed me here.

So here is my question.

Why do Women ask questions they already know the answer to?